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Ho ho ho.

The past week at work has been fun. In a nightmarish 'oh god oh god where did I put everything', kind of fun. ... I get my kicks from strange sources, don't judge. And so today, being Christmas and all, I got a well deserved sleep in. Having worked 7-8 days straight and all.

So, yesterday on my before-afternoon lunch break, I skipped on down to Tesco's. Thinking it'll be slightly dead, being Christmas-eve and everyone having already got their food for the next day. How wrong was I. All I wanted was wine for a present and for drinking at dinner the next day. The place was packed, the food shelves almost bare - apart from a lot of hot cross buns.

Brings me to another disorderly note, how do you find good wine. I read the backs of a few wine bottles, and they all claim to be the best. Which isn't much hope for a guy who doesn't know a chardoney from a white wine - apart from them having different names. I just hope my usual logical thinking worked for getting a good wine. Being which, was looking for the coolest/prettiest label I could find and just going with that one.

I went in for 4 bottles of wine, and came out with 8. Though, I got 3 for £10 so it's not TOO bad.

Another! Yes, another disorderly note; How come, when you go to a pub or a bar - yes they're different things, or so I've been told - you mostly get ID'd. Yet, when you go to a supermarket on a busy day, act with much kindness, and loaded with wine, you don't get ID'd. Perhaps it was the wine, I doubt many underage people drink wine.
... I sense an uncle-wisdom-saying coming along.

So, anyway. I have to go see if the jeans I stuffed next to the water heater are dry yet. MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL!


HOHOHO!

-Mal (GW).

My blogs are never really about my life in total, just odd bits that I find funny or remotely interesting. But never the real stuff that happens. So I'm going to break that.

A few days ago I met up with some old friends before two of them split to go take on the life of which is university. Now, during this time and the two years of not even seeing three of my old friends - during college - it never occurred to me how much I'll miss them. Not because they didn't go to the same college as me, but because I'll never see them again. Not in a casual way of bumping into them in town or in asda. They're going to be a hundred miles away. Another good friend - steven - may be in New Zealand this time next year and I won't be seeing him again. Ever. Which is sad, as he is a great friend to have. My only old friend who is staying here, is blindly following her boyfriend around.

So my and - we'll call him steven - are getting pretty bored of staying in the pub for 3 hours talking about nothing and with our food being eaten 2 hours ago. It's strange, how little you have to say to someone you have not seen in a couple of years. Your only memories are so far gone and you've changed so much... It seems 2 years of being ghosts, you're no longer who you used to be with each other. Now I'm not saying those friends were even real friends, apart from steven, as I only really ever had a single real friend. That was around 10 years ago when I last spoke to him. Everyone I've known since were just friendly faces I spoke to and laughed with and hung around 'till the late hours of the night. I figured I'd make good friends in college but, when you're 16/18 making friends is a lot more difficult than secondary school. Where you just said hello and had a little laugh in science class. Or playing football and being allowed to hang around with the crowd during lunch. Or even running faster than someone else in primary school. To be frank, I don't even know if I have the cababilities to befriend someone now. Unless for some reason I can run faster than someone else and gain respect.

But running like a mad man behind a jogger will get you funny looks, and the jogger may just get scared that he may get mugged.

But anyway, back to the pub. Me and steven got bored, so I suggested going to take a job application into waterstones, then hitting a trendy milkshake bar. They are excellent, they make milkshakes out of potentially, anything. From jaffa cakes to hobnobs. From watermellon to lion bars. I'm sure you get the mileage I'm trying to convey here about them making milkshakes from anything. So anyhoo, I hand in my application to a man that shoots me daggers from his eyes after I politely state "I have an application I'd like to hand in to you" to be replied with "..eh eh, 'nks." Hardly muttering any english word in exchange for 'I don't care about your application'. So I shot back a retort of "Smiling and words help in a book store" before leaving.

So now me and steven head on the 10 minute walk passed all these college kids to the milkshake bar. Now, it took us roughly 20 minutes to get there, as I was going the wrong way. Twice. Okay, three times but it wasn't me who was counting.
We finally get there, I share a few compliments to my friend about how great this place is while examining the board of what would be my potential delight. I wasn't hoping for any good to come from this, just to share my enthusaism for this place. It's just incredable. Who'd have thought - biscuit milkshakes. I settled for watermelon as the last one I had was nice. The dude at the counter gave me a discount because he pressed something that made it cheaper, and he couldn't figure out how to sort it out. Which was good. Half price milkshake for me. Soon after we get our milkshakes and decide to stay in the bar to drink them. As the thought of going back to sit in a pub wasn't really all that exciting. Steven gets a call that they moved to another pub, he has no idea where it is, but I remember passing it by when I go on a pub crawl in town. So we get up and move on out. I take us the wrong way again. Really. I have the directional instincts of a moose in the south pole thinking it's still in Canada. Heck, a couple friends have insisted making a voice over from me instead of the usual voice from tom-tom on their nat-sav. Ofcourse, not like they could really get all that lost though. Takes the fun out of it if they use my voice over on it.
So on our way we are heading towards a group of five lads in there early 20's looking like drug addicts. Of course, they probably were. Now this was on a busy street so I think - "Ah we'll be fine. Not like anyone would attack us on a street like this".

My way of thinking is based on 'the worst thing that can happen is this... Because...' morbid yes, it's also sadly reality. Or perhaps you get what you dread. For some reason they picked up on my way of thinking and began to eagle me and my friend. Now, the lads didn't look strong. Threatening yes, they probably had a whole set of kitchen knives between them for all I knew and obviously considered. Now, my friend steven is kinda weedy, and not the guy to have your back in a fight. So I stop and consider going back up the street, although the street we just came from was pretty desolate. So I thought better of it and stupidly ignored them. They stand in our way, not obvisously in our way, but enough to know they aren't going to let us pass. Now I looked into the eyes, who I guess was the leader or the backbone of whatever scum they belonged, and nodded respectfully. Which resulted in them taking it as a confrontation. Which they responded in the all to common scum tone and dialect. "What you lookin' at, gonna bang you up". Now, I'm guessing my smile and inside laughter at this wasn't very well hidden as he came and stood directly infront of me. Now, me being a morbid thinker, I'm thinking 'how do I get steven away from this'. Knowing full well he can't defend himself. But I'm staring dead into his eyes, and for some reason I get a side smile and excitment builds up in my mind and my stomache. Although, the realisation of the situation dawned on me pretty fast when the other 4 began to vulture in on me and my friend. Which was the moment the feeling of "oh sh**" kicked in. Each person on this busy street didn't even bat an eye, the ones that did. Did so a few metres away and shook their heads. Because you know. Shaking your head in disagreement prevents scum from being scum. My dad taught me to stand up for those who don't do it themselves. But that's another story.

Luckily for us and our un-stabbed bellies, two policemen walked up behind them and made their presence known. To which all but one of the lads ran. The one that stayed hadn't noticed the policemen as he was trying to instill fear into my eyes. Which wasn't happening - I have apathetic eyes most of the time. He realized the policemen when they turned him round and asked their "Everything okay here?" speech. The lad just agreed that everything was fine and scampered off. Looking behind him to see if we were talking to the police, as he pulled up his scarf to hide his already-seen face. We continued on the path to the pub, only to not find it and having to phone the others to come find us. While the two policemen followed the group of lads up the hill. Embarrising as it was, the others found us in 20 seconds of walking a short way down the side street.

After about half an hour, we parted ways. I hugged an old crush farewell - that crush was long gone by now, seeing the 2 year none talking to/seeing her. And farewell to another friend who's moving up near newcastle for Uni. And I waved farewell to another old friend who was leaving for the same area for his uni. Anyway, we all finally parted, and me and steven got the bus home. We shared memories of school and joked about them and wondered how people were. And spoke about the dawning realisation of how everything is completely different to just a month ago. It's strange. How fast time passes you by, unwaiting. Yet at the same time, it's also so slow. Ancient. Unmoving and distant.

On the the bus journey back home, a man. A bald man. Sat in the middle of the back seat between us and began talking on his phone about how he'll beat some dude up. I'm guessing the dude in question was shady, seeing as how the bald man was asking how long he was standing around in front of the house and such. Although he came across like a man not to be disrespectful to - and I had a wondering of what he might do if told him to shutup - he was alright. He kept asking us questions to this puzzle he had in his newspaper.

I bid farewell to steven as I got off the bus. Perhaps the last thing I'll ever say to an old friend.

So yeah I bought myself a few novals, all got some mighty reviews so they should be good reads. Boy, do some things never change. Went in to the SvsS thread earlier, first post in it for weeks and someone instantly demonstrated why it's a pointless thread. It'd be funny if it wasn't so irritating. Nevermind though.
I'm thinking about going adventuring - if I only had a car... ...and a license - to take some photographs. I'd love to tour Britain, go to Scotland, Ireland, English coast, Northen Ireland, it'd be fantastic. I think i'll do that one day, just tour my own continent for a month stopping in random hotels for the night and hitting the mighty roads at dawn, taking photo's along the way. Well, I think that sounds like a plan, I hope to keep it.

Oh a few weeks ago I saw Diehard 4 - it was a great movie, but not a Diehard movie. The MPAA messed it up, Diehard isn't only about explosions, it's about the mindless swearing when it was and wasn't needed. Diehard 4 didn't have that, obviously, but despite, it was a great watch. After, I and my friend went back to the car - another friend went to get a drink after the movie - so we moved the car all the way to the end of the carpark and ducked down, eyeing over the lil desk thingie to see when he arrived. Finally he did and had no clue where we were, so we hit the gas and drove by him shouting "YIPPIE KI AY MOTHER F***ER!" Made him, a hot girl and her mother jump, so it was worth it~

Rush hour 3 looks great, I wanna see that if I can. The only crappy thing of the Rush hour series is Chris Tuck... Most annoying man ever... But Jackie Chan makes up with it in total. I think I'll hit town and drink alcamohol this week. I need it.

Isn't it one of the most annoying things - perhaps not as annoying as trying to open a can of beans with rounded rocks - when something that's faster and cheaper than your existing internet, works for 2 hours then cuts off for no reason and then begins to tease you with coming on after 5 minutes to only work for 10 and then cuts back out.

I phoned up BT and yelled at them to take it back, I've had it 2 days and it's cut out over 12 times. Almost stomped on it at each occurance. However they forced me through to the manager - who then passed me to someone else with a thick Indian accent, so I had to keep asking "What? sorry?" which was probably annoying to the both of us. And so far it hasn't cut out yet... Irony or BT conspiracy?

But gorram it these past few days have been annoying.

The British summer has also finally picked up it's lazy head and chucked it down for a few hours, pounding everything underneith the clouded sky and imploding on impact sending the droplets back up a metre and cleaning out the leaves and gunge inside the drains. I also figure I need to buy some more books to read, havent bought any new books in a loooong time, and they're more portable than my PC - and they don't need the frelling wifi crud >_>





Tune in next to "Glomp 'em Stomp 'em machinery".

So the summer has arrived and is singing her English songs - Rain. But rain is real British weather and rain soothes the soul, it also floods the floodable plains of central and the southern-west England. My fathers village had their park flooded, pretty much all of it, with upto 30cm's of clogged water, havent heard of him so I guess he's alright.

Third year we've had bats swooping around our backyard, they're pretty dang agile for being blind. That reminds me I have chirping chicks in my attack, plus I think they're trying to fly. Not 30 minutes ago I heard a soft thump above me followed by a quiet chirp I think I'll pop my head through the attic-trap-door and nosey around tomorrow - without getting too close to them as I don't want to scare off the parent birds.

Oh and they finally did what I wanted them to do on Dr. Who to the controlling american president I kinda cheered at that point, then realised that the Master is pretty messed up. Which means I like his character more so now, rather than his annoying "har har, got ya now docter" antics. Though Dr.Who is still hard to watch, I spot everything they do wrong in the production of the scenes...

I also heard that they're making a Nothern Lights movie, so I can't wait till I see that... though that means I have to finished the last two chapters of the book. Dang, now I have to read through two books without losing track of what happened in the other. But who needs to read when you have film and popadoms.




the left side was a small stream, the right side was flat open field.

Reminds me, maybe I should phone him see if he's okay...

No matter how hard I try not to be, I'm one of those people who cram a whole years worth of knowledge into a day of revising before the exam. I set myself up a schedule this past week to do 2 hours of revising a day - so it mounts up too 7 hours per subject area. ;_; Somehow I didn't stick to it. Luckily I only have one Exam and I guess that's why I feel so detached from studying, it's history - Britain and Russia. So although it's hella hard to remember things for them during lessons, it's gonna be hell studying it in a day. Though 20 hours for 3 hours of exam isn't too bad, considering it's the only and last time I will have to do it.

Though, after this I'm gonna have to look for a job ~_~; It'll turn out to be in asda or somewhere - but hey, discount of food! go Asda!. Retail wouldn't be all too bad either, if I can put up with my dad for a day then I can put up with whiney/crazy customers for a week. In retail, you get the added bonus of sundays off, with supermarkets you get a weekend off every 4 weeks which means 4 days extra pay than retail. You get crazy people in both, may even get my family going in there once a week... but I can hide in big supermarkets despite my size, you also get discounts on Asda stuff - why Asda you may not wonder, 'cause Tesco suck.

I also need new games, maybe start up FF11 again, need some books and manga. Also... well, you know, money is nice. I still have no idea what I wanna do with my life, but I may as well make some money while I ponder, I just have to not get caught up the flow and forget why I'm there - to make money and ponder.

Still... that still means I have to get a job ;_;

My cat, Sooty, came indoors last wednesday all dazey and although alert, was not really with it. So he slept in my room the night, but didn't eat nor drink, he just lay there eyes half open. So I took him to the vets on Thursday and was told his kidneys were almost gone though the vet didn't know how long they were going, so treatment wouldn't have worked well in a 16 year old as in a younger cat and it could have ultimately shut his kidneys down anyway. So, instead of letting him die from thirst or get even more weak from hunger - as he didn't even touch fresh meat, which before wednesday or tuesday he's have gone right for, we decided to let him go =/ he was so weak he didn't even pull his paw away from the needle.
It was pretty harsh being that he always waited for me to come home, sleeping/sitting in the front garden ready to brush my legs making me almost trip over him. Pretty loyal too.

So we bought him a little cat ornament and a plant to go above his grave, as well as a rock I engraved for his name.
R.I.P.

Don't you just hate it how people cannot do there jobs, then make you think you can't do yours and you get that lil feeling that you lost it or something. I got a letter about some book I didn't hand back in - when I brought it back in after the weeked. Damn male librarian who can't do his job looking after books - and threatening to make me pay for the book - if I recall it was £24.99 or close to... Blugh, I hate empty threats... 'specially about books. And librarians. But still, Above the letter was a veggie deli so it made thing's kay.

So tomorrow I'll go put on my stern face and glare at them and - hopefully find the book on the shelf so I can rub it in their faces until they cry/I get kicked out. If I don't then... I'll be angry. And less moneys in my wallet, and my empty wallet makes me angreh.

Don't you just hate it when your mind goes blank... and stays that way for over a week. I have my last speaking Japanese exam on wednesday, and anything I revise goes into the abyss that is my mind. I also have to write out a lil postcard thingy for wednesday also... it's hard to write when your head is empty. So I'm fretting wednesday, gonna have to just dive into the work and revision tomorrow with whatever hope there is around and cross my fingers and hope it stays there. I could skive History tomorrow, but I've done that three times in 3 weeks, so I've pretty much only gone to 3 of the lessons. Could skive Photography but... I've pretty much done nothing and I've only got ... holy crap 4 lessons left. I suppose I'm gonna have to go caffine filled for the next few days and try and make it out alive without sleeping for a day or two.

Anyhow, my compy has been playing up a lot recently. Being that it stops loading at the AMD screen and doesn't load any further than that. Got me all scared of turning my PC off...

Anyhow, I may as well go get my 7 hours sleep. I guess I'll need it for tomorrow... gonna be a busssssy stressful day. These are the times I wish I wasn't so easily distracted.

So, i turned 18 last thurs, then went-a drinking in town on monday. Didn't really get drunk as my friend got drunk pretty fast and spoke to this homeless dude and gave him a £10 note... not to be outdone I gave him £3.67 and a pizza. I was gonna give him the whole pizza but it's to difficult to give food away... so I ate half. So, for some reason we walked around with him for 2 hours before going home... but it was fun, we atleast got a few drinks in in the 3 hours before hand. Plus we're going next friday as well~

Next wednesday I'm also gonna go buy a Cannon 400D, digital SLR, as it's more economic in that of you don't need to waste captures as you can go back and delete them. Something that if you tried on a film camera you've just destroyed the film - so it's cheaper. Also bought some Battle Angel Alita manga's and Rebirth. Seeing as I hadn't bought any in a long time, but now that's hooked me on manga again, although I was always meaning to buy the NGE box set - cheaper than buying all DVD's even though I'm half way through them anyway.

Last term for Photography now, well, we go back one week after half term but then that's it. It's over. Gone with the wind. Though I also still have History... and I still gotta do that damned essay... I'll do it tomorrow and monday so it's not all to bad. Also ordered a few Willam Kidd books for extra reference and also something for me to read~ Which reminds me again, I need new shelves... and also I need to revise a hella lot more for Japanese on wednesday... Pah.

Lel Out.